Macbeth continued.]

Two truths are told,

As happy prologues to the swelling act

Of the imperial theme.

Act i. Sc. 3.

And make my seated heart knock at my ribs.

Present fears

Acti. Sc. 3.

Are less than horrible imaginings. Act i. Sc. 3.

Nothing is

But what is not.

Act i. Sc. 3.

Come what come may,

Time and the hour runs through the roughest day.

Nothing in his life

Act i. Sc. 3.

Became him like the leaving it; he died,
As one that had been studied in his death,
To throw away the dearest thing he owed,
As 't were a careless trifle.

There's no art

Act i. Sc. 4.

To find the mind's construction in the face.

Yet do I fear thy nature :

Acti. Sc. 4.

It is too full o' the milk of human kindness.

Act i. Sc. 5.

What thou wouldst highly,

That wouldst thou holily; wouldst not play false,

And yet wouldst wrongly win.

Shake my fell purpose.

Act i. Sc. 5.

That no compunctious visitings of nature

Act i. Sc. 5.

[Macbeth continued.

Your face, my Thane, is as a book, where men

May read strange matters.

Acti. Sc. 5.

This castle hath a pleasant seat: the air
Nimbly and sweetly recommends itself

If it were done, when 't is done, then 't were well

It were done quickly: if the assassination
Could trammel up the consequence, and catch
With his surcease, success; that but this blow
Might be the be-all and the end-all here,
But here, upon this bank and shoal of time,
We'd jump the life to come.

Act i. Sc. 7.

We but teach

Bloody instructions, which, being taught, return To plague the inventor.

tice

This even-handed jus

Commends the ingredients of our poison'd chalice To our own lips.

Act i. Sc. 7.

Besides, this Duncan

Hath borne his faculties so meek, hath been
So clear in his great office, that his virtues
Will plead like angels, trumpet-tongued, against
The deep damnation of his taking-off;

And pity, like a naked new-born babe,

Macbeth continued.]
Striding the blast, or Heaven's cherubin, hors'd
Upon the sightless couriers of the air.

Act i. Sc. 7.

I have no spur

To prick the sides of my intent; but only
Vaulting ambition, which o'er-leaps itself,
And falls on the other. —

Act i. Sc. 7.

I dare do all that may become a man ;
Who dares do more, is none.

Act i. Sc. 7.

But screw your courage to the sticking-place,

[Macbeth continued.

Is this a dagger which I see before me,

The handle toward my hand? Come, let me clutch thee:

I have thee not, and yet I see thee still.
Art thou not, fatal vision, sensible

To feeling, as to sight? or art thou but
A dagger of the mind, a false creation,
Proceeding from the heat-oppressed brain ?
Act ii. Sc. I.

Thou marshall'st me the way that I was going.
Act ii. Sc. I.

Thou sure and firm-set earth,

Hear not my steps, which way they walk, for fear Thy very stones prate of my whereabout.

Act ii. Sc. I.

Hear it not, Duncan; for it is a knell
That summons thee to Heaven or to Hell!

Act. Sc. 1.

It was the owl that shrieked, the fatal bellman Which gives the stern'st good night.

Confounds us.

Act ii. Sc. 1.1

The attempt, and not the deed,

Act ii. Sc. 1.1

I had most need of blessing, and "Amen”

Stuck in my throat.

Act ii. Sc. 1.1

1 Act ii. Sc. 1, White, Dyce, Staunton. Act ii. Sc. 2, Cambridge, Singer, Knight.

Macbeth continued.]

Methought, I heard a voice cry, "Sleep no more! Macbeth does murder sleep," the innocent sleep; Sleep, that knits up the ravell'd sleave of care, The death of each day's life, sore labour's bath, Balm of hurt minds, great nature's second course, Chief nourisher in life's feast.

Infirm of purpose!

Act ii. Sc. 1.1

Act ii. Sc. 1.1

My hand will rather

The multitudinous seas incarnadine,

Making the green one red.

Act ii. Sc. 1.1

The labour we delight in physics pain.

Act ii. Sc. 1.2

Confusion now hath made his master-piece.
Most sacrilegious murder hath broke ope
The Lord's anointed temple, and stole thence
The life o' the building.
Act ii. Sc. 1.2

The wine of life is drawn, and the mere lees
Is left this vault to brag of.

Act ii. Sc. 1.2

A falcon, towering in her pride of place,
Was by a mousing owl hawk'd at, and killed.

Act ii. Sc. 2.3

1 Act ii. Sc. 1, White, Dyce, Staunton. Act ii. Sc. 2, Cambridge, Singer, Knight.

2 Act ii. Sc. 1, White, Dyce. Act ii. Sc. 2, Staunton. Act ii. Sc. 3, Cambridge, Singer, Knight.

8 Act ii. Sc. 2, White, Dyce. Act ii. Sc. 3, Staunton. Act ii. Sc. 4, Cambridge, Singer, Knight.